"Let's get out first!"

"Hey, wait..." Persephone pointed to the other side.

In moments of life and death, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but Morpheus still chuckled. The young Prince Christopher was sprawled on the floor in a very ridiculous pose, and they almost forgot about him!

"Don't worry," Morpheus whispered. "I won't let anything happen to him."

He had Persephone cling to his back and then carried Christopher.

Christopher was a tall fellow, so it took some effort to carry them both to a safe place.

Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars rushed in. Their sirens pierced the sky, startling a flock of birds.

The fire was soon extinguished, and Persephone and Christopher received timely treatment. Luckily, their burns weren't too severe, and even more fortunately, their faces were unharmed.

When Christopher woke up, he felt bandages wrapped around his head, and his skin had a burning sensation. His heart sank, and he was almost on the verge of tears.

"Tell me the truth! Am I disfigured?!"

nurses nearby didn't speak but suppressed their

"Oh no! Ahhh!"

to cry his heart out, mourning his lost handsome

and nurses bowed and greeted the newcomers, "General Orton,

first." Morpheus smiled.

doctors and nurses exited, and Christopher covered his face, adamantly refusing others to look at

brought a mirror over, and though Morpheus tried to

tone shifted

years ago when he trained with the Orton Troop, and Morpheus was in charge, often shouting at him like this:

"I..."

"Put your hands down!"

already like this, and

his fingers. Although his face was stern, the amusement in his eyes

but eventually lowered his

mirror in front of him. He was startled at first, then saw himself in the mirror

His face was unscathed!

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